Locker room erections

I've never seen a boner in a locker room, maybe a semi or two. BTW, there is the old saying that boners are 'contagious'. Do you think that's true? At least thinking about that seems to work for me :).
 
I've been going to the gym some for light resistance training and have seen men walk around the changeroom naked but have never seen a boner.
I've shown off my little nub a few times. Two young early 20 guys after walking by laughed some while one older 60's man just starred at it.
 
It takes all I got to suppress erections in the locker room. There have been times I’ve seen other men with bigger cocks than mine and I get thoughts of him fucking my wife. The thinking about baseball thing helps lol.
First of all, the "thinking about baseball thing" is way over my head, and by head I mean the thing I think with. ... No, actually, that hasn't really clarified it, has it? ... By head I mean the thing above my neck and between my shoulders. Not knowing much about baseball, all that occurs to me is "strike one, strike two ... etc." or it could have something to do with "stepping up to the mound" (?), or (although this is a long shot) Joe Di Maggio sliding into Marilyn Monroe's slippery arse, but otherwise I'm lost, unless it's just the thought of an extremely hard, long, phallic rod which could do some serious damage.

Second, I must confess that I often see men with bigger cocks than mine in the locker room too, but strangely the fantasy of one of them fucking my wife would never occur to me. In fact, any fantasies I might have about him would focus on keeping him out of my wife's fantasies in case she enjoyed it too much.

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I fancy I've said it before on here, but I'll say it again. Reading all this weird stuff, although I reckon I'm a definite filth merchant and filth consumer, sometimes I get the impression I'm terribly lukewarm filth-normal. How embarrassing. Should I be worried?
 
I have never purposely looked at another guys dick in the locker room but having previously played sports in college or at the gym have seen other guys in the locker room inadvertently it is what it is. Maybe it's just the demographic of people where I live but I have noticed quite a few of these men I see have been a lot smaller than me.
 
First of all, the "thinking about baseball thing" is way over my head, and by head I mean the thing I think with. ... No, actually, that hasn't really clarified it, has it? ... By head I mean the thing above my neck and between my shoulders. Not knowing much about baseball, all that occurs to me is "strike one, strike two ... etc." or it could have something to do with "stepping up to the mound" (?), or (although this is a long shot) Joe Di Maggio sliding into Marilyn Monroe's slippery arse, but otherwise I'm lost, unless it's just the thought of an extremely hard, long, phallic rod which could do some serious damage.

Second, I must confess that I often see men with bigger cocks than mine in the locker room too, but strangely the fantasy of one of them fucking my wife would never occur to me. In fact, any fantasies I might have about him would focus on keeping him out of my wife's fantasies in case she enjoyed it too much.

...

I fancy I've said it before on here, but I'll say it again. Reading all this weird stuff, although I reckon I'm a definite filth merchant and filth consumer, sometimes I get the impression I'm terribly lukewarm filth-normal. How embarrassing. Should I be worried?
The "thinking about baseball thing" simply refers to taking your mind to more mondain thoughts to repress any arousing thoughts. Though I have to say, I've never heard of anyone sexualizing baseball as you have. Well done!
 
The "thinking about baseball thing" simply refers to taking your mind to more mondain thoughts to repress any arousing thoughts. Though I have to say, I've never heard of anyone sexualizing baseball as you have. Well done!
Thanks! Oh, I see. A cock-calming opposite, then. More like Joe Di Maggio helping Marilyn, dressed in three sweaters and a heavy hooded coat right down to her ankles because the heating's gone wonky, to load her dishwasher after dinner. Even if she sat on it later as it whirred and hummed and buzzed and vibrated it wouldn't be a turn-on.

That mundane thought has no patent on it, by the way, so anyone here is free to make use of it next time they want to droop out. Going over Pythagoras' theorem in one's mind can also do the trick - I mean, it's difficult to feel aroused thinking about hypotenuses, right?
 
I got a cock shot at the gym men's room once couple. This guy was getting in the shower and he was standing there fully nude. He had a long, thick and uncut one that looked to me to be semi hard. It was the angle of the dangle - he was pointing straight out. I only had a moment to observe without being obvious. He looked to be about 40 or so. Anyway, just thought I'd share that story.
 
From an odd old story I wrote (Penis POV):

It is fun to see the different pricks, the short and the long, the danglers, the skinny and fat ones, the ones that drift port or starboard, they are all over the map. Max, being Jewish like me, was circumcised and had a big heavy prickhead I could never keep my eyes off.

I never actually saw him take his jockstrap off, but his prick, being so cooped up, must have always sprung out with a vengeance, and always seemed permanently half erect, sticking out around forty five degrees and wagging in the breeze every time he was changing.

Watching Max get dressed and put his kit away was always a treat, the way the big old knob swung around. One time Max had reached up into his locker and James, sitting on the bench tying his shoes, almost got hit in the face with Max's prickhead when he swung around after gathering his clothes.

'Hey, get that thing out of my face' he said and we all laughed. The goalkeeper Paul had nice big hanging balls, which were always a treat to ogle.
 
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